This is a story about a girl I knew from Birmingham town
That's where she's born
The last time I met her I sure won't forget
It was on Hay Street
On the Armageddon Mall
She walked with her mummy hand in hand
Held her face so high in the air
No one was right to them, she
On the first day in school on that same day
Charlie running naked around the yard
The headmaster saw her and laughed at his wife
She's the girl right for me
He sent for the girl and that's just the name
Charlie running naked around the yard
Charlie hands, that might be the same
And sweet Charlie joins
In the baby's car
And takes her to kingdom come
The one happy, the only
He
The Lady Miss Taylor
No go Lol
Why are you crying?


Why are you crying?
Call my mother



Why are you holding that now?
She soon left school, that wasn't a thing
She'd rather like to do nasty things in the streets
And when she was dead on her dying day
Men from all over town had saw her in mind
On her tomb an inscription was put
Jogger the sweet, we remembered she would
The substitute for the wise
Jogger the sweet, we remembered she would